This Means War -CHAP.01--RotG-This Means War -CHAP.01--RotG- by punkette180
It was hard work being a guardian. You spent eternity working to make children happy and keep them believing in you. Because if they didn't believe… then you began to lose your power. You couldn't do anything… It was the people around the world – children most especially – who made guardians who they were. Which was why the guardians had to work so hard to protect them and keep them happy. Keep them believing.
And that was exactly why Catty Fawkes was glad she wasn't actually a guardian. She felt like she did enough work as it was. She had only a few nations of people around the world who believed in her magic, but that was enough for her. More people meant more work to keep them all happy.
And she had enough on her plate already. Bonfire Night was her main holiday, though that was only celebrated by a few countries across the world – the United Kingdom and Canada. But on top of that she also got involved with Independence Day, New Year's Eve, Diwali, the Chinese New Year and oth
Remedial Lesson -DRABBLE-- Knox-Freya "No, you can't do that!"Remedial Lesson -DRABBLE-- Knox-Freya by punkette180
"What?!" Knox looked around, startled.
"You can't give a Knarl milk!" exclaimed the curly-haired blonde who was reading Knox's homework over his shoulder.
"I only wrote it down – I didn't actually do it," Knox pointed out. You'd have thought he'd just tried to kick a pigeon from her reaction.
"Yeah, but if you did it in theory then you'd do the same in practical too, right?"
There were about a million things wrong with that logic – it was one thing to just randomly write something down and another to actually do it. Writing out 'today I'm going to jump off a bridge'? Piece of cake. Actually doing it? That would take a lot more nerve and idiocy than it would to simply lie on paper.
But in this case he had to admit that she did have a point. If his first thought of what to feed a Gnarl was milk then that was most likely what he'd do if he was faced with one. But apparently that was wrong
Christmas Spirit -EXTRACT--HP-After lunch had finished, Tee, Rose and the twins made their way up to the third floor for Defence Against the Dark Arts, whilst the fourth years traipsed outside for Herbology.Christmas Spirit -EXTRACT--HP- by punkette180
Professor Lupin seemed to be in a happy, festive mood. The classroom was elaborately strung with red, gold and green paper chains, and there was a pretty sprig of holly pinned to the front of his robes.
"Nice, aren't they?" smiled Professor Lupin, noticing them looking up at the decorations as they walked in. "Some of my first year girls insisted on making them and decorating my classroom for me."
None of them actually wanted to say that the paper chains actually looked tacky and rather childish. At least Professor Lupin was pleased with them. Instead, Rose complimented him on his new holly accessory.
Once the rest of the class had arrived, Professor Lupin announced, "Right! Since this is the last day before you break up for the Christmas holidays I thought we'd have a fun lesson instead "
"And there's the
The Meaning of Christmas -ONESHOT--DN- There is no greater meaning behind life. Such as there is no true meaning of family, love or anything else that people may care to apply the statement to. It's a personal ideal. More of a practicality than some hidden truth… It all depends entirely on what you, as an individual, make of it.The Meaning of Christmas -ONESHOT--DN- by punkette180
For myself, there are no hidden meanings. Everything is practical. It has to be if you want to make it through life and put your own stamp on things. But recently I had it proved to me that maybe these things have no meaning because I have never allowed them to. Because I've blinded myself against these things that I feel should have no importance to me.
And recently I also learnt that that is actually okay. Things didn't have to have meaning behind them if you didn't want them to. And strangely enough, I was taught this through Christmas. The personal values of Christmas that somebody I…
Well. Love isn't really a statement I can apply when I have never known how t
No.AMBER is a 17-year-old high school student. She dresses plainly, in jeans and a T-shirt, maybe a flannel button-up or a hoodie over top. She doesn't wear make up, and her hair is simply tied back, or down. As the monologue goes on, it becomes apparent that she won't be able to shrug this off, and the sarcastic, biting anger turns more towards sadness.No. by Sasukesadork
I’m not trying to be a bitch, but understand that there are so many unfortunate outcomes for you, and anyway, I just won’t fall for any of your shit.
Especially if I said yes, and then you got a girlfriend. I would throw the biggest fit. I would call her nasty things and judge her for no other reason than you picked her over me on a more meaningful level then prom.
But telling me that she and I would love each other if we met would help.
And then if both our proms ended up being on the same night, since she goes to a different school, I would just be a monster. I would demand that you go with me, and n
The story of Lennart and AnnabelThree hundred years ago, there was a country not so far away. The country was small but beautiful, fields and forests were seen wherever one went, little towns were cosy and clean. All this was led by a young emperor. The emperor was powerful and respected by everyone.The story of Lennart and Annabel by Liebe-Siegt-Alles
The emperor loved cakes and secretly spent a lot of time in the kitchen of his castle. With time, he fell in love with a kitchen maid. One evening he knelt in front of her and proposed to her, and to his delight, she said yes. The emperor married the maid and made her his empress, but the highest nobles of the country found this marriage very improper. They would have liked one of their sisters or daughters to marry the emperor.
With time the empress gave birth to a little prince who got the name Lennart. The prince grew with loving parents, and he seemed to become as powerful, but also as fair ruler as his father. When he was four years old he got a
Broken,It doesn’t feel fair that the sun should be shining.Broken, by TashiHazeldine
She stands there, the pieces of her heart surrounding her feet, with her eyes so tragic and dry.
She stands on the garden path, and watches his back as he walks away from her, shoulders hunched, tail between his legs.
He stops, he turns, and something inside her breaks.
“Would you just go?!” She cries, picking up the broken pieces of her heart and throwing them at him, with all the strength that rage has leant her.
The sharp shards cut her hands, but the tears have enough sense to stay away.
“Don’t you get it?!” She cries, her voice breaking, “There is nothing for you here anymore! Nothing!!” (Or maybe it was already broken.)
He opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t know what.
Because it’s true, there is nothing for him anymore. There is a girl with hair threaded with fire, and eyes full of rage and something else.
Shopping Assistance and the Great ChaseIn the entirety of Beverly Modesto's town, only one major supermarket existed, plopped right in the middle of the small town, known as Walt's One-Stop Grocery-Shoppe. It was a family owned business that had gradually grown in size over the many years, and it provided jobs for a large part of the town's residence.Shopping Assistance and the Great Chase by oddemily
Bev sauntered through the familiar glass sliding doors, her mother, Beth, rolling a cart right up next to her. Clutched tight in the middle aged woman's hand was a full, 8 ½ by 11 piece of printer paper, a slanted cursive scrawl covering its once white, pristine surface.
" Okay, Beverly. If we work together on this, we'll make it out before five. It's best to divide and conquer," Beth exclaimed, taking the paper, and cleanly ripping the list in half.
Bev nodded, accepting her half. The options were all things that didn't need to be frozen. Her mom was the type to do that, create a list with frozen items on one side, and the others on the other.
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my motherThe Word Count Is None by Rifle1980
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stand on
So you can breathe but of course you refuse
You once said that you were writing me a letter
And told me to read it with a smile
But I’m not sure if I can remember how to
Since it has been such a very long while
Still I begin to read it with a hopeful heart
And each swirl of your calligraphic scrawl
Forms a butterfly that takes flight from th
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save meThe Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy) by Rifle1980
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved meYou Told Me That You Loved Me by Rifle1980
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
Have You Been Writing Lately?I have dishevelled hair so I shave itHave You Been Writing Lately? by Rifle1980
To the scalp and to the point that I bleed
I no longer want to write my thoughts down
So I’ll try anything to set them free
It is not my pen that is the problem
And my fountain of ink has not run dry
I’m not experiencing writers block
These thoughts are twisted and I don’t know why
I have a multitude of memories
That my mind chooses to manipulate
In to more disturbing scenarios
That only the wicked ones can relate
If I cant find purity within me
Why do I bother to write anymore
Like a lost soul that is tired of life
Maybe death is something I should explore
I have always walked amongst the shadows
Where all the demons that you gave me lurk
But the death of my body will set me free
And illuminate my body of work
I have a creative mind but I abused it
At which point my sanity began to disperse
What is this gift of writing that I hear
All I have ever felt from this is cursed
As Her World Falls DownThere's such a sad love,As Her World Falls Down by MidnaofTwilight3519
But, can it be mine?
Deep in your eyes...
Your eyes, your emerald-moss eyes...
A kind of pale jewel,
Small and shivering, but why are you scared?
Open and closed,
And blinking so fast...
Within your eyes.
But lean close to me, dear.
I'll place the sky
The sun, the moon, the stars, my love...
Within your eyes.
Dance with me, twirl in the soft light...
There's such a fooled heart
You think you only need a mortal love!
Beating so fast,
But, I am willing to wait for you.
In search of new dreams.
Why not enjoy this dream, this reverie?
A love that will last
For an eternity, you will be mine, and I will be yours.
Within your heart.
Precious thing, you must trust me, and love me!
I'll place the moon
I am everything you will need, hush now, my sweet.
Within your heart.
Sway with me, glide through the harp-strings...
As the pain sweeps through,
Let me take hold of
When Young and in Love It's hard to start a story when you don't know how it started. But as a 15 year old girl severely wanting a boyfriend and your parents not knowing you like someone, well that's about as bad as it gets. But when Wyatt Wells asked me out all I could say was "Yes".When Young and in Love by Thinkwhatuwant
When he asked me out my best friend Jess was next to me. Well lest just say she's never crushed on anyone. Anyway, Wyatt standing behind me wrapped his arms around my waist. As I looked back and saw him he said "Hey babe, why don't you and I go out Monday night?" "Yes" I say and he walked away. Where had that come from he has never hinted that he liked me before. But boy did those muscular arms of his feel good round my waist. Jess looks at me in some kinda weird way and I quickly say "Um don't tell anyone even Colleen she'd bug me about it." Colleen has always annoyed me when I told her I liked someone but I couldn't imagine what she's do if she knew I got my first boyfriend. She agreed not to tel
Love is 3 of 3Love is 3 of 3 by PhantomMagician
TITLE: Love Is (Part 3 of 3)
FANDOM: Three Caballeros
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Panchito/José/Donald, and featuring Scrooge McDuck and surprise guest Miguel González
SUMMARY: Scrooge gets some advice from a special friend, and then goes to see Donald
WARNINGS: Slash so if you don't like that sort of thing don't read
DISCLAIMER: The Three Caballeros is copyright Disney and I only use them for my enjoyment and not for profit.
NOTES: So I am really excited with this chapter, one because it's a long time coming and two because I finally get to introduce some of Panchito's family which I kind of made up. The funny thing is I was already to call Panchito's father Carlos and then I realized that in the song 'My name is Panchito' he said his father was named Miguel (oops). Either way I kind of figured that Panchito's family was pretty well off so his father was probably pretty well known in some circles. Also as I've said before, I think th
The Sparrow CallsA/N: I don't own the Teen Titans! I hope everyone enjoys the fic! This is going to be a huge project I'm going to be tackling for the next couple of months, and I'm going to need all the help I can get! Please leave me a few reviews, and let me know what you think! I want to get to know all of the great and sweet readers on. I'm very excited. So excited that I rushed to finish this chapter without giving it much thought. Anyways, talk to you guys next chapter! See ya soon!The Sparrow Calls by melody0606
PS The rating of this story will later on become rated M for lemon scenes, but until then, it will simply be rated K for language.
PSS Anyone interested in beta-ing? And perhaps being my new fanfic writing BBFL?
The Sparrow Calls
Chapter 1: Always
"Titans, GO!" Robin exclaimed.
The group of superheroes sped into action, each of them vibrating with pent up energy.
Cyborg started lifting his rod of iron weights, pumping his muscles. Next to him his large monitor recorded the amount of weight he was lifting, his s
Did I Just Say the L-Word?I don't know when or how it happened.Did I Just Say the L-Word? by eloquensartifex
I find myself waking up and hating that you are not there beside me.
I cannot bear to acknowledge the pattern on the bedspread, such a poor substitute for what my eyes so desire to look upon: the beauty of your face, the contours of your body. How is it that such an image of you came to be so deeply etched in my mind, when we have yet to share a bed?
I eat my solitary meals and all I can think about is how you hate bananas, just like I do, or how you've tried to convince me countless times that avocados are delicious. They aren't, you know. I will always hate those things. Not to worry, though- I never really mean it when I say you're not allowed to eat them in my house. Oh, hey, that reminds me of those times we talked about what kind of home we want. Thanks to you, I have to grin like an idiot whenever I look at a fireplace or a fish tank. Actually, I've noticed there's hardly anything left to look at or think about that doesn't trigge
Fears and RegretsYou,Fears and Regrets by tngapch
I have never been in a "relationship" of any sort with a man who is not family. I have always been painfully shy and unwilling to trust anyone without them first proving themselves to me. Countless times.
I have traversed the country all my life. I have moved so many times that these big changes come naturally, while making friends is more complicated. I learned at a young age that friendships get torn apart when you move from place to place, so I never nurtured any real, close friendships.
I am and will always be devoted to my family. My family is my constant and the most important obligation in my life. While the rest of my life spins out of control and plots new courses my family has always been there. For me they come before all else, most especially before myself.
Yet I know and feel this chapter of my life coming to a close. My grandfather is not far from ninety and while in reasonable health for his age, he is depressed and lonely. There is only so much I or anyone ca
4 voicesLaugh, baby.4 voices by willwriteforhearts
laugh because the soles of our sneakers are comin off, because we keep runningeverythingtogether and can't tell it apart and you know the sun is going down
with the ashes of ours
simper for the eloquence of our planet in which we thrive as a similar species,
knitting lives with smells of leather and the quintessence of our pins and needles,
the ones in the boxy equipment-feet
smile if the lights so happen to light up your cheekbones and neck with the softer kind of night for once; I know you've yearned for it before, honey, but you just
haven't had the chance to get the well-deserved thrill of the stage
float butterflies that are embedded in your chrysalis chest; you'll bloom soon enough and your petals won't fall for hours and hours, you know there's still enough
cellophane pink and blue to stuff your eyeballs
Birthday WishesBirthday Wishes by tngapch
To My Darling Girl upon her Fifteenth Birthday~
I remember very well that wonderful day not so long ago when we first met. You were but two days old, nestled in your mother's arms, so fragile and innocent. Until that very moment I had made my mind up to despise you, for you would be taking away the attentions of my beloved aunt and uncle. But then there you were, more precious than anything I could have imagined. The simple touch of your tiny hand and my heart was yours forever.
It is difficult for me to comprehend that day, fifteen years ago, I was but fifteen years of age. It seemed as if the stars had crossed and caught us in their beams, binding the two of us together as more than cousins or sisters. Our relationship has been marked with a patient love and devotion, unwavering and solid.
I have been blessed in watching you grow and blossom into a lovely young lady, a shadow of the kind and generous woman you will soon become. I was there to teach you and guide you, to listen to you
I love youWhy do I feel like this is happening? Christian, I love you too much to let things go. I dont want this to end. I feel like I'm losing you. Everything is falling shattered around my feet. like a broken mirror of dreams, happiness. obliterated. I need to know your going to stay, stay by my sad. Yeah I'm a little crazy, its only out of jealousy, It turns me into a monster. if you ignoring me i understand, but if i get on your nerves, can you tell me? we have shared everythng with each other. Is this it? tell me it's not. Hold me, tell me everything is going to be okay. because right now i feel like you slowly slipping out of my life. my heart can't take another crack. It has to many injuries. scarred by the past, wanting to be healed. is there a glue that can pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together? God, I sure hope so......I love you by Littledeet
LoveLove...Love by Scardona92
Is way more complicated to put into words than feel with you heart and soul. To say things love is not perfect in any way shape or form. You cant express love with just I love you, or a diamond ring, constant attention, with sex or with favors. Love is a mess of feelings, and emotions. Anger, bitter, happiness, satisfaction, sadness, joy, relaxation. No one person is perfect, and in your lives, you probably wont be able to meet your perfect other, because to do that you would need to meet the whole world. No one can do that, and if you know someone who has, please introduce meet to this person. So with that, no one can meet their perfect other, you just meet a wonderful person.
Hopefully, this wonderful person can make your life as happy as possible because if not for happiness, then why do we live? With that said I'd like people to know when you meet your significant other NEVER expect perfectness. It will never happen and the more you expect it, the least chances you have of
I hate youI hate youI hate you by starbreese
I hate the way you talk to me.
In your soft voice, whispering words in my ear.
I hate the meaning of them.
They're so caring and sweet.
I hate that you're the one who sees me cry.
Who gives me a shoulder to cry on,
And always comfort me.
I hate the way you smile at me.
Everytime you do, I'm screaming inside
How much you mean to me.
I hate it that you hug me.
Because I know this embrace
Will soon be over.
I hate it that you're my best friend.
You know so much about me,
Only not my true feelings.
So, I'll tell you now how I feel.
I hate you because I love you.
My Lady.Thousands of words, yet nothing to say.My Lady. by CrimsonSeijun0
Hundreds of languages,
but nothing to fully express how I feel about you.
I've no money, no home, nothing........
Can you still say you love me?
Do you still hold that fire you did when we met,
in the rain,
just staring into each other's eyes.
I can make the choice,
if I have to.
Find what you want and make it yours;
I will do what I must in order to make my own....
When I do, I'll come for you.
Is that acceptable, love.
"Come back to me........"
If not alive, then in spirit.
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